Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lebanon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.